Alice The Angel From Bendy And The Ink Machine นิยาย & เรื่องราว

---Mathias--- Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are ro

“My dear, this is not a world where mortals can roam. This is a spiritual realm. If you are here it is either both of you are dead or the two of you can spirit-project, which still means you would have to be dead to do so.” The mammoth looked down at the two people, Alicia was set to begin her sobs. “Did Alestio send you here?” Alicia was drowning in her emotions she could not even find the words to answer back, but tried anyway. “A… Alestio?” “Yes Alestio? My brother, you may have known him as the former Dark Bender.” Alicia pulled herself out of the pool of emotions she was drowning in quickly at the mention of the former dark bender. She slowly rose to her feet.

Luna TJ came into view and placed her hand on Alice’s shoulder, the light coming from Alice’s hands grew brighter and I thought this was it, my life was over without leaving a mark on the Earth. “Nearly there” I heard Alice, it sounded as if she is far away. I felt my lungs fill with oxygen and I gasped for air trying to suck in as much as I can. As my eyes flicker open Alice is smiling at me “It worked, it actually worked” “What are you?” I splutter, yes I was grateful to her for saving my life but she couldn’t have been any older than twelve. “I’m Alice and I am TJ’s half sister and part witch”

making me want to rip her to bits. “I'm certain none of you here have what it takes to end a life, so I had better be on my way.” Everyone was silent. “Hello," the agent exclaimed. “Let us not waste any time, get your fucking voodoo bullshit off me.” Evelyn went closer to her. “You must think we are stupid, don't you?” The agent shrugged one shoulder. “You might not like the answer to that.” “Well, let me introduce myself to you. . . properly.” Evelyn voiced, enunciating every word. “I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.”

Alice looked up at the room that was shaking with the cubicle. “What happened? I think we agree not to hurt him?” My heart tightened as I looked at the crazed creation in the glass compartment. "No, I didn't hurt it. See Its Power? This compartment only binds it. It Can't be hurt at all." The truth is as she said. "Thanks to your help, we are much more mobile." Alice pursed her lips, smiled at me, and pressed the black button on the remote. The second blob of gas spewed out, much thicker than the last one.

"This is for my mother, my father, aunt Octavia, Cynthia, and every single person you've killed on this planet, this is for Mariposa and the entire glitz planet!" Alice yelled and flew towards him with a fast speed and plunged both of the swords deep Into both sides of his chest at once, he couldn't scream and only breath out blood as his body slowly began to burn down in flames. Within two minutes his entire body was now in ashed below Alice, she flew down and landed on the floor with a smirk. "Your wrong bastard! Your not the keeper, i'm both the seeker and the keeper!" She muttered, a bright round purple ball suddenly emerged from the masters ashes and fused with Alice's body making her

Twisted shapes, moving wrong, their silver eyes burning with chemical light. And at their head, a figure I almost didn't recognize. Bella. But not the Bella I knew. Her body rippled with constant partial shifts, her movements jerky and uncontrolled. "You want to know the best part?" Angela's voice had gone quiet, all pretense stripped away. "He's in their heads. All of them. Like puppets on strings. And when he gives the order..." She swallowed hard. "No one gets out alive." A scream split the night—high, inhuman. Bella's voice, but wrong. Dozens more joined it, a chorus of the damned.

"We're so glad you're here! And I’m Angela by the way” Mrs. Mickelson smiled, her eyes shining with approval. "Angela, dear, go call your brothers and your sister." She nods before walking off. We sat in silence and just as Angela came back with a group of shirtless men each of them oozing dominance and fineness my eyes dropped on a set of familiar deep blue eyes. Shit.

she whispered, her voice trembling. Elara’s hand lingered, steady and warm. “Listen to your heart,” she said, her green eyes holding Alice’s, lingering too long. “But watch their shadows.” A shadow flickered at the cafeteria’s edge, and Alice’s breath caught. A girl stood there, short dark hair, sharp eyes, a silver ring glinting with a crescent moon and claws. Not Rhea, but someone new, her presence heavy, her gaze flicking to Alice, then Mira, before slipping back into the crowd. A whisper lingered in Alice’s mind, unbidden: Choose carefully, hybrid. Her heart pounded, her senses flaring—too sharp, too alive. A vision flashed—a shadowed figure with glowing eyes, whispering her name. The Al

That had to be the most ironic shit I’d ever heard! Arella meant “angel” and sure, with her round face, stunning eyes, and halo of hair framing an innocent-looking face, she qualified as such. But seriously? What were the odds of a feral beast like me meeting a girl like her in the middle of the woods? And then her name was Arella? I mentally snorted at the idea. So this was supposed to be my--- what? Saving Angel? Oh, the irony… “None of your goddess-damned business, female,” I snarled, and tried to sit up again. This time, having learned from my previous mistake and worked myself upright a little at a time.